-Caveat Lector- <A HREF="http://www.ctrl.org/"> </A> -Cui Bono?- ------- Forwarded message follows ------- Subject: Fw: The Story of Taps Date sent: Sun, 2 Apr 2000 08:36:31 -0400 > Story of "Taps" > > > We have all heard the haunting song, "Taps". It's the song that gives us that > > lump in our throats and usually creates tears in our eyes. But, do you know > > the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be delighted to find out > > about it's humble beginnings. > > > > It all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert > > Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia. The > > Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land. > > > > During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay > > mortally wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate > > soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back > > for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the > > Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his > > encampment. When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it > > was actually a Confederate soldier but the soldier was dead. > > > > The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with > > shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. > > The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without > > telling his father, he enlisted in the Confederate Army. > > > > The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his > > superiors to give his son a full military burial despite his enemy status. His > > request was only partially granted. > > > > The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a > > funeral dirge for his son at the funeral. The request was turned down since > > the soldier was a Confederate; but, out of respect for the father, they did say > > they could give him only one musician. > > > > The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical > > notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's > > uniform. This wish was granted.....and the haunting melody we now know as > > "Taps" used at military funerals was born. > > > > "Day is done, > > > > Gone the sun, > > > > From the lakes, > > > > From the hills, > > > > From the sky, > > > > All is well, > > > > Safely rest, > > > > God is nigh." > > > > ----- > > > > <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> > > <> For those who fought for it, <> > > <> Freedom has a flavor <> > > <> The protected will never know <> > > <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> > ------- End of forwarded message ------- Integrity has no need of rules. -Albert Camus (1913-1960) + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. -Marcel Proust <A HREF="http://www.ctrl.org/">www.ctrl.org</A> DECLARATION & DISCLAIMER ========== CTRL is a discussion & informational exchange list. Proselytizing propagandic screeds are not allowed. Substance�not soap-boxing! These are sordid matters and 'conspiracy theory'�with its many half-truths, misdirections and outright frauds�is used politically by different groups with major and minor effects spread throughout the spectrum of time and thought. That being said, CTRL gives no endorsement to the validity of posts, and always suggests to readers; be wary of what you read. CTRL gives no credence to Holocaust denial and nazi's need not apply. Let us please be civil and as always, Caveat Lector. ======================================================================== Archives Available at: http://home.ease.lsoft.com/archives/CTRL.html http:[EMAIL PROTECTED]/ ======================================================================== To subscribe to Conspiracy Theory Research List[CTRL] send email: SUBSCRIBE CTRL [to:] [EMAIL PROTECTED] To UNsubscribe to Conspiracy Theory Research List[CTRL] send email: SIGNOFF CTRL [to:] [EMAIL PROTECTED] Om
